Death, The Great Adventure lyrics

As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of existence is to kindle a light in the darkness of being

[--Carl Jung]

Sometimes red curtains fall

Before the act has headed for the wings

As on that night disaster crawled out from the stalls...

Suddenly the dark, the thickest Stygian dark

Pressing on all sides with vertigo

Running from the quickest in the sickest abyss

My spirit’s lifted by an angel of woe

A dredged up dreadful past

Drags discordant thoughts my way

Unforgiven and driven to despair

I sense the mordant wraith Azazel

Standing there

Now the vision simmers

I spy a distant gleam

Racing ever closer

Through this persistent dream

And by its welcome glimmer

Writhing into sight

The brutish groping nightmares

That hide beside the light

Then a roar

And a voice like a pride of lions

Thunders from the maw

In a blackened mass

The creatures flee

Screaming bloody murder as

A shining gateway opens for me

Death, the great adventure

At the peril of my soul

I welcome death, the great avenger

Spared this awful realm

Where those who stalk the living haunt the murk

Untethered pleasures keep them tied to flawed

Human

I'm floating upwards still, to where the tunnel mouth reveals

Two manticores that ward an ebon door

I must lean resolve as the luminance dissolves

And I am thrust headlong into the venomous jaws

I am in darkness again

But here accursedness is vastly deeper

Unforgiven and given to torment

I am nothing

Grotesque, grotesque, bereft of judgement

This abyss, a void

Where stripped of all but self

One must wish to be destroyed

To pass on somewhere else

Beyond this pit of wicked shouts

Of madness and fallacies

Aeons I failed to rail my doubts

Before fear left love saving me

Then a roar

And a voice like a clash of titans

Thunders from the maw

In a seething mass

The horrors flee

Screaming bloody murder as

A shrouded sky opens immensely

Listen!

What Eden shall arise

Abundant from the cliffs that stunt hell’s

Redundant cries?

A view of breathtaking beauty

Unveils, as the sun dispenses perversities

Death, death, the great adventure

For the glory of my soul

I welcome death, the great avenger

The damaged man revives

With dawning truth, this morning suits

The world I left abruptly

In exaltation, I find myself alive

Near—death to steer a long life led corruptly

The sweet silver chord that keeps me moored

I know that heaven sent her

From the cold to hold her face again

I rose from death, the great adventure

• Artist:Cradle of Filth
• Album:The Manticore And Other Horrors